The next time I opened my eyes, Erik was seated right beside me. His head was lolled to the side as he slept, black hair nearly falling over his face as he snored softly. His eyes were lined with dark circles, and from the dark shadow his beard cast over his jaw, he wasn’t doing so well either.
My throat felt parched and I glanced to the side table expectantly, sighing when I spotted another bottle of water. I gulped it down eagerly, burping as I tried to vanquish the taste in my mouth.
That bloody woman–Anya… that’s what she called herself. What the hell was in that bowl?
“Elena?” Erik’s voice was deep and gruff from sleep, as he blinked repeatedly like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He stood to his feet immediately, stepping closer carefully like he believed I would fall b
